Friday, April 27, 2012

You're Not Coming to My Birthday Anymore

Lately Monster has been holding his birthday party over my head. As in, when he gets mad at me, he tells me, "You're not coming to my birthday anymore!" Not just me either. Anyone who pisses him off or looks at him wrong is taken off the list of invitees.

Today was different though. Today is my birthday and this morning, as he was holding my hand, he told me, "You come to my birthday mama."

And no matter what happens the rest of this day, that will be the best part.

About Me

I am a working mother of one, my little Monster, and practically single. A former journalist and creative writer, I’ve found my place in Corporate America. Hey a single mom has to make a living. So that my creative soul isn’t completely sucked out of me, I started this blog. I’ll post when I can – hopefully often.